Bloodsport

Loving her was like a bloodsport, blood shedding with every hit. That's how he felt on the inside. He longed for the touch of her skin. Wanting her so bad, yet knowing he couldn't have her.
And though she hated him when she had a turn, she had a yearning desire for the two toned knight. Not in any way sexual, but for the warmth of his caressing body.
They were an army, that breaks from within. But that's why they were stronger and they always win.